This chapter contains potentially upsetting kinky elements, including: consensual humiliation that appears to be dubious consent, very mild exhibitionism, and verbal/physical degradation. If any of these triggers you or does not sound like your cup of tea, please do not read.

Gumball spent the next week half-expecting Marshall Lee to unexpectedly appear in his bedroom and ravage him again, so it was both a relief and a slight disappointment when he encountered his vampiric lover in public, in the light of day. Well, not literally in the light of day. Gumball was walking purposefully through the Candy Kingdom to visit Fionna and Cake when he saw him leaving a store, carrying a broad umbrella to shield himself from the sun.

"Hey, Marshall Lee!"

Marshall Lee turned around. "Oh, hi."

Gumball cleared his throat awkwardly. "What brings you to the Candy Kingdom?"

He held up a bag of red licorice. "I was craving something sweet." The lascivious look he gave the prince belied the innocent explanation.

"Oh?"Gumball tilted his head a little, deliberately flaunting his neck. "Something sweet?"

Marshall Lee moved close. Too close. His breath brushed lightly on Gumball's neck and his tongue flicked out for the smallest taste. "Yes..."

Gumall squirmed. "We're in public," he hissed. Shame curled in his stomach at the thought of what his subjects might think.

Something close to a growl rose in Marshall Lee's throat. "Then you made a bad decision by tempting me, my prince... what's to stop me from biting into your neck right fucking now and draining your delicious pink in front of everyone?"

Gumball's knees went weak. "Please. No," he whispered. His head was spinning with twisted excitement. "I'll do anything..."

"How about I sit on your throne while you suck me off with your sweet mouth?"

"Yes master."

"Good boy. Let's go."

Luckily, the throne room was empty. Gumball carefully locked the door. When he turned around, Marshall Lee was sitting on the prince's throne, legs spread. He looked... kingly. For once.

Gumball started walking towards him.

"No," said the vampire curtly.

"N-no?"

He smirked. "Crawl to me."

Gumball's veins thrummed with excitement as he got on all fours and started crawling toward his own throne. The floor was hard. His knees quickly started aching. There might be some slight bruising. He bit back a moan.

When he reached the throne, he got up on his knees to access Marshall Lee's cock. He found himself on the floor with the king's foot on his chest.

"You kicked me!" squeaked Gumball.

Marshall Lee chuckled and moved his foot to Gumball's face. "You liked it."

Gumball whimpered. His erection was throbbing almost painfully. Looking up at Marshall Lee like this was incredibly hot. The image was seared indelibly into his memory, probably.

"Please let me suck your cock, master," he said quietly.

Marshall Lee squinted down at him. "Degrade yourself. I'll only touch your mouth when it's good and filthy."

Gumball hesitated. His mouth moved silently around things he couldn't will himself to say. He was a prince.

The vampire removed his foot from Gumball's face and looked into the distance, feigning disinterest. Gumball quickly scrambled to his knees, desperation welling in his throat and forming words.

"I'm a dirty slut. I need your cock in my mouth."

"Mmm, good."

"I'm lower than a slut."

"Oh?"

"I'm nothing. I'm a little cum tart. Please jizz down my throat. I'd absolutely love it."

"Even if you gagged?"

"Especially if I gagged. My comfort isn't important. Only servicing my king is important."

"Mmmmm." He pulled out his cock. "Suck."

Gumball slid his mouth gratefully onto Marshall Lee's thick shaft, taking in as much as he could. He tongued the glans experimentally, his mouth getting wet with saliva. Soon drool was running down his chin. Determinedly, he pushed his head forward, taking Marshall Lee to the back of his throat. The dull pain of repressing his gag reflex was completely worth it, but he pulled back after a few seconds. Throwing up would definitely not be sexy. He lapped greedily at the bead of precum that had formed on the head.

"Ungh. You were absolutely made to take my cock." Marshall Lee paused. "I'm going to fuck your face."

Gumball braced himself as Marshall Lee wove his fingers though his pink hair. He began moving Gumball's head up and down, gently at first, then more forcefully.

Gumball tried to keep sucking at first, but then relaxed and let himself be used.

"That's right," panted Marshall Lee. "Your mouth is a fuckhole. I'm gonna cum."

He pulled back a little as he emptied himself into Gumball's mouth. He released his hold on his hair and started stroking it lazily.

"That was amazing," he gasped. "You were so good, Bonbon."

Gumball jerked away slightly. "You should go," he said hoarsely.

"Hm?" Marshall Lee was still in a post-orgasmic haze.

"You should go!" he snapped irritably.

"Okay," said Marshall Lee defensively. "Want me to at least get you off, or-"

"I'll take care of it." He smiled unconvincingly. "The power imbalance is totally sexy."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just need to get cleaned up. I'm very busy. Please go."

"Okay." Marshall Lee squinted at the kneeling prince. His face was totally inscrutable. "See you around, I guess."

After Marshall Lee had gone, Gumball got slowly to his feet. Hearing his old pet name had been... a shock. A little reminder of how tenuous the whole situation was. There was perhaps more at stake than either man would admit.